syncopated.

i just did something significant.

i googled my name. i guess i shouldn't have been so surprised with the results. but, whoa.

wait wait wait please don't let it get to your head.

somehow when i think of the word 'celebrity' there are no positive images in my mind.

somehow whenever someone congratulates me i start thinking "that was the past", "i'm trying my best to be normal. i want to complete my diploma. nothing special about that." like frying eggs.

the woes of the sportsbaby of the year. *hugs uncle edwin*

there's an interesting article from the google search though. from the aussie livesaildie website. the comments are more interesting than the article itself - it shows the different perspectives. there's one comment from ryan that warms my heart. haha penguins.

a few points/errors of note: firstly, it was our beloved giba who had coached us at the 4.7 worlds. he's hungarian. granted, peter a.k.a. pedro is aussie, but he was there to look after us, look after giba, accompany us on our morning runs and fry eggs for breakfast in the caravan. he couldn't tell a mast from a boom, let me assure you. don't worry we still love pedro all the same.

the sean lee who won the n. americans was coached by a peruvian. as far as i know, even though he works them very hard at training, the optis love him too.

hmmm. i can say more. but there are sensitive issues here. lights out then.

Strummed at 9:10 PM (x)